在黄川矿区,初夏的天气还不太热,可是办公室里却似乎已经热得让人坐不住了.这些日子,老乔信手翻阅日报晚报,周末版文摘版都“扑腾”起了下海的喧闹.打工仔打成了百万富翁,外来妹出任总老板,著名作家投笔从商,老教授卖馅饼,沸沸扬扬,象煮开的一锅玉米粥似的.老乔刚进入不惑之年,戴着一副八百度近视眼镜,没有大学文凭,在办公室里当了将近二十年秘书,五口之家仍挤在一间半土坯房,儿子待业、妻子患病.前天,为买化妆品和女儿吵翻了脸.老乔那颗快熬成干瘪的马铃薯了的心扑通扑通一天比一天跳得活跃了. In the Huangchuan mining district, the weather in early summer was not too hot, but the office seemed hot enough to sit still. These days, Old Joe snatched through the daily newspaper and the weekend edition abstracted out of the sea Noisy .Wait workers labeled as millionaire, foreign sister as the boss, a famous writer pen business, the old professor to sell pies, uproar, like boiling pot of porridge-like. , Wearing a Baidu myopia glasses, no college diploma, worked in the office for nearly two decades as a secretary, five families still crowded in a half adobe room, son unemployed, his wife ill. The day before yesterday, to buy cosmetics And her daughter quarreled face. Old Joe that quickly boiled potatoes heart thump thrashing active day by day.